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How I Lost It (18+) – Season 1 – Episode 2

I walked out the hostel gate, and he was parked not too far off, fiddling with his phone as he waited for me. Going to his side of the car, I leaned down at the window and he gestured for me to get in the car. So I walked around to the other side and got in.

“How are you?” he asked as I sat down.

“I’m ok. Just trying to get my head around Stat 402. You know I hate Math. So this one is really giving me a tough time.”

He laughed and shook his head. “You’re an efiko now. So I’m sure it’s a piece of cake for you. Unlike those of us wey no know anytin.” He had a habit of switching to Pidgin English without warning.

“So who are you meeting up with in class tonight?” I asked.

“Joe and Ese. We are going to work on past questions.”

“Nice. I haven’t done any this semester. No time.”

“You don’t need it.” he said, starting the car.

“Where are we going now Emeka? Our exam is at 8.30 tomorrow, and I haven’t finished my notes.”

“Just taking a drive jare. I don’t like sitting in front of this your hostel for everybody coming and going to see.”

As he pulled away from the curb, I sighed in exasperation. Once again, like I had many times during this relationship, I asked myself why I hadn’t just stuck to being single and focused on just my books. This boyfriend thing was a real distraction from important stuff. What would my father say if he knew that I was using study time to ‘follow man’? I watched as he took a circuitous route around campus. We made small talk all through but I was overly conscious of time passing. Then he pulled into a clearing and under a tree and switched off the engine. I turned to him in the passenger seat, with a questioning look on my face.

“No class again?” I asked looking puzzled.

“I’ll soon go. We planned to meet at 1.” I looked at my wrist, no watch. So I checked my phone. It was 12.20am. I was hoping he wasn’t planning to keep me there till 1. That would be a whole hour wasted. I was brought back from my thoughts by the sound of his voice close to my ear.

“I’ve missed you. You don’t even have time for me this exam period. Na only you wan pass?”

“You know I don’t like to mess about with my books. I can’t go home if I don’t pass well. You don’t seem to have such worries. And sometimes, I envy you.”

“No, don’t envy me. I wish I was like you, my smart, beautiful girlfriend. I love being the one who gets to kiss the smartest girl in class.” He pulled my face in for a kiss. I let him, albeit not so willingly. But he knew just how to get me to be willing. And I realized that I hadn’t let him kiss me like this in over three weeks. Considering that this was as far as I usually went, three weeks was a long time to have left him ‘hanging’, so I figured I’d make up for it. But, as expected, things got heated up far too quickly, and he started to grope and squeeze and rub me all over. He took my hand and pressed it against his erection, as if to say “see what you do to me”. I withdrew my hand as if from fire and kept it at a safe distance, on my own thigh. And then I tried to pull away from the kiss, but he wouldn’t let me go.

“Please…” he said. “Please. Just once.”

“Emeka…” I started to say.

“Don’t say no. I’ve been waiting for you this long.” His left hand started to undo the buttons on my shirt.

“We agreed…” I mumbled into his lips, “…that we were going to wait.”

“I know. And we’ve waited.” His hand had found its way into my bra, struggling to free a breast. He was starting to lean across into the passenger’s seat and I was beginning to feel very cramped.

“We’re almost done with school now. There’s nothing to wait for again.” He continued. I certainly didn’t believe him, but he was pinching my nipple ever so slightly, and I just had to concentrate on the sensation. I think he could tell that I liked it, because he pinched just a little harder, and I gasped. I hadn’t realised that my eyes were closed until I felt his weight on top of me. I opened my eyes just as he bent his head toward my chest and took my breast in his mouth. All thoughts of studying evaporated and I muttered a weak “No” as I heard the sound of his belt buckle opening.

When his hand went to my zipper, I started to panic. It was only then that I tried to push him away. I didn’t succeed though. Somehow, he had managed to pin one of my hands under me and I flailed about with my free hand, pushing at his shoulder but barely moving him. He started to grab at my jeans, trying to pull them down my hips. I writhed and moved as much as I could to prevent his progress, but it only seemed to make it easier for him.

“Emeka, please…” I attempted to reason with him. “Not like this. Not here.”

But he wasn’t listening. He held on to my free hand and used his other hand to free himself from his trousers. Then he moved my panties to one side and made his first thrust. And missed.

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